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			<title>Memory</title>
			<description>Whenever I see my bedside, I think about dying.</description>
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			<title>Where's My Mind?</title>
			<description>WHERE IS MY MIND? WHERE IS MY MIND? WHERE IS MY F*****G MIND?
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			<title>I no longer feel my skin shed</title>
			<description>Am I getting rid of something? or Am I losing myself?
Honestly, it doesn't matter because I can't feel it anymore.</description>
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